"Hey, mate! Got you something!"
Wee John looked up from his mending to see Frenchie hurrying over.
"You didn't need to get me anything."
"Course I did, it's your birthday! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't get you a present?!"
Frenchie thrust a lumpy package into John's hands.
The bundle was wrapped in a piece of old sailcloth and smelled faintly of oil.
John unwrapped it carefully.
"Dynamite! You got me dynamite?! Thanks, mate! You know me so well!"
Frenchie grinned seeing John's happy face.
Wee John pulled him in for a joyous bear hug.
"Can't wait to blow somethin' up with them soon!"
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Day 19: comfort
It's too bloody cold.
Izzy hasn't seen his breathe in the air since he left England, and he hasn't missed it.
Any skin touching the frigid air burns and he can't help shaking, his body reminding him that staying still means death.
Most of the crew has hidden below, huddling together to share their meagre warmth and ample supply of rum. Izzy curses them for hiding and himself for not joining them.
The only person seemingly unaffected is Buttons, and after sailing with the odd man for months, Izzy isn't surprised.
He motions to Izzy, indicating he has the ship handled for now. Izzy heads below, ready to shiver through the night in his cot.
Izzy spends most of his time in the crow's nest these days. He likes being away from the noise of the crew, but being close enough that they can get his attention when necessary. He likes having the wind on his face. And he likes that Ed can't climb up to see him with his knee.
Izzy needs to keep his distance, now, for both of their sakes. Edward is happy with Bonnet. Izzy sees how much now, and after seeing how he was without him, Izzy would do anything to keep him out of that darkness again. Even tolerating Bonnet was worth it.
Bonnet wasn't so bad anymore anyway. He made efforts to improve, be the kind of captain a crew respects. And Izzy is impressed at his progress, even if he'd never tell him so.
The Revenge was many things. Ridiculous primarily, but in the very best ways if you were to ask its crew. Comfortable, being filled with linens and pillows and soft spots to perch. Full of amenities, many that Captain Bonnet thought of himself.
Delicious foods and drinks at arms length, mostly because Roach prided himself on his cooking. And the Captains strove to supply him with the best ingredients to make sure every meal was up to snuff.
So when they ran out of cocoa and therefore the crews' nightly drinking chocolate they were used to having during story time, mutiny was never closer to happening.
#noangstnov
Day 16: music #ouizzy
"I wrote you a song"
"No you fucking didn't"
"I did"
Frenchie grinned mischievously.
"Alright, I'll bite. Let's hear it then."
"Greatest swordsman on the sea
A more fearsome foe you'll never meet
If you see him you'd better flee
Israel Basilica Hands
Quick and fierce when he's on his feet
But on his back he's sweet to me
Never had a tastier treat
Israel Basilica Hands"
Frenchie ended the song with a flourish and bowed to Izzy.
Izzy just shook his head and pulled Frenchie in by his tie
"You're a fuckin' menace," he whispered with barely contained fondness and he captured his mouth in a kiss.
"All yours, Babe."
#noangstnov
Day 15: forts
It was a foggy morning, so much so that the Revenge had stayed anchored in harbor.
Stede and Ed had decided that the crew could take the time to have a break, enjoy a peaceful day or two.
Izzy, of course, found it difficult to rest. He'd woken at dawn like normal, and cursed the fog that turned the air to ether. When the captains gave the order to "take it easy" He scoffed and got about his business. There was still plenty to be done.
Izzy was in the store room checking their provisions when Ed found him.
"Iz! What the fuck man? What're you doing?"
Izzy didn't even look up from his counting.
"Work, Edward, like usual."
Ed grabbed him by the collar and pulled, ignoring Izzy's attempts to argue.